The morning sun fell arcoss Jack's face. With a non-species-specific groan Jack knew that even death was not a vieable escape. The curse was mocking him, and there would be no getting out of it until it was tired of him. Nothing sucks more than having no control over your own life.
Jack was afraid to make a sound, he kept his eyes closed and lay perfectly still...he just wasn't ready to face the new day in his ne form just yet.
Finally, Jack braced himself and opened his eyes...